#notre - Hello Poetry

La vie un dessein La vie une peinture La vie deux façade La vie des vœux intérieures La vie des défis surmontables Rien de bien magique juste persévérer pour ceux en quoi on a espérer

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Aug 12, 2021

Aug 12, 2021 at 9:07 AM UTC

ngango-honore-1

La Vie 5

La vie un dessein La vie une peinture La vie deux façade La vie des vœux intérieures La vie des défis surmontables Rien de bien magique juste persévérer pour ceux en quoi on a espérer

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The Cathedral stands at the heart of the city, so pure and beloved, so strong and enduring. Year after year, through thick and through thin, Through revolution and war Our Lady stays strong. Just one spark Inconsequential and small. Surely it couldn’t bring her down to her knees. Pride of the city, the city of love, it’ll take more than just one spark. But sparks turn to embers, and embers to flames, and before we know it, all is engulfed. The problem we have is that things made of wood may seem so strong but they always can burn. We try to save her, She means too much to us all. Something so beautiful can’t just burn down. But the flames grow higher and the spire collapses. Can she be saved?

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Apr 17, 2019

Apr 17, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC

bimsaradesilva

International Heartbreak

The Cathedral stands at the heart of the city, so pure and beloved, so strong and enduring. Year after year, through thick and through thin, Through revolution and war Our Lady stays strong. Just one spark Inconsequential and small. Surely it couldn’t bring her down to her knees. Pride of the city, the city of love, it’ll take more than just one spark. But sparks turn to embers, and embers to flames, and before we know it, all is engulfed. The problem we have is that things made of wood may seem so strong but they always can burn. We try to save her, She means too much to us all. Something so beautiful can’t just burn down. But the flames grow higher and the spire collapses. Can she be saved?

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In the ashes of purgatory where remnants of a Dame once lived the Phoenix will fly. Fly into heavens gate. Drift gracefully in moment that ascends to a blue sky, so all can celebrate light.

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Apr 17, 2019

Apr 17, 2019 at 9:02 AM UTC

star-bg

Notre Dame

In the ashes of purgatory where remnants of a Dame once lived the Phoenix will fly. Fly into heavens gate. Drift gracefully in moment that ascends to a blue sky, so all can celebrate light.

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When the cinders cool and the answer seekers pick their way through the charred rubble what will they find? A medieval carpenter's chisel, a pair of rosary beads, pigeon droppings, the down from an angel's wing, the tears of saints.

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Apr 16, 2019

Apr 16, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC

john-mcdonnell

The death of the Cathedral Notre Dame

When the cinders cool and the answer seekers pick their way through the charred rubble what will they find? A medieval carpenter's chisel, a pair of rosary beads, pigeon droppings, the down from an angel's wing, the tears of saints.

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J'ai vu Notre Dame brûler comme si elle était une sorcière sur un bûcher, comme si elle était des balles perçant le peau, comme si elle était les mots de bigoterie coulant de la bouche des monstres J'ai vu Notre Dame brûler et nos coeurs aussi

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Apr 16, 2019

Apr 16, 2019 at 9:46 AM UTC

tatiana

J'ai vu Notre Dame brûler

J'ai vu Notre Dame brûler comme si elle était une sorcière sur un bûcher, comme si elle était des balles perçant le peau, comme si elle était les mots de bigoterie coulant de la bouche des monstres J'ai vu Notre Dame brûler et nos coeurs aussi

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History was destroyed and made all at once today. Notre Dame in bright, brilliant flames. 850 years of history, class trips, memories, singed and gone. Everything has it's time, I suppose. But I had a friend who wanted to meet that building, who wanted to soak in it's secrets and stories. And now that dream is ashy and unattainable. Spectacular spire, it fell. And with it, our hearts.

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Apr 15, 2019

Apr 15, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC

lillianmay

Notre Dame, 4.15.19

History was destroyed and made all at once today. Notre Dame in bright, brilliant flames. 850 years of history, class trips, memories, singed and gone. Everything has it's time, I suppose. But I had a friend who wanted to meet that building, who wanted to soak in it's secrets and stories. And now that dream is ashy and unattainable. Spectacular spire, it fell. And with it, our hearts.

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My body is made of flammable stone a paradox in its own birth a wooden crown atop goddesses in dressing gowns sleeping to the sound of fire burning me to the ground. I am swaying with the tears of my mother hitting silently as they fall, everything that made me special also put me up in flames. What a sight, all this destruction pillars of smoke around my teeth, rosy cheeks as I’m lowered into the grave because it is I and I am one with the great Notre Dame

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Apr 15, 2019

Apr 15, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC

onlyally

Notre Dame

My body is made of flammable stone a paradox in its own birth a wooden crown atop goddesses in dressing gowns sleeping to the sound of fire burning me to the ground. I am swaying with the tears of my mother hitting silently as they fall, everything that made me special also put me up in flames. What a sight, all this destruction pillars of smoke around my teeth, rosy cheeks as I’m lowered into the grave because it is I and I am one with the great Notre Dame

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Quasimodo, ringer of the bells Quasimodo, hidden in his hell Watching from the bell tower as life is squandered daily Nobody seems to understand the truth of human frailty But there they chime again! It's that time again! You know Quasimodo's still alive Because the Bells are right on time In the shadows of Notre Dame A monster stalks our halls A giant, hulking, hungry mass Searching for ****** girls It's the truth, don't you believe it? The beast is out there creeping It's much easier to see than the demons we all keep Under lock and key Inside you and me Quasimodo, ringer of the bells Quasimodo, hidden in his hell Watching from the bell tower as life is squandered daily Nobody seems to understand the truth of human frailty But there they chime again! It's that time again! Quasimodo's still alive Because the Bells are right on time A monster forged in hate was a man who died for love and though he suffered the slings and arrows of the cursed world he lived above Quasimodo died as Quasimodo lived Believing that the gift of love was the best gift we could give. Quasimodo, ringer of the bells Quasimodo, dying in this cell Lying in the crypt with arms wrapped tight 'round his beloved Embracing his dark angel as eternally as love is But it's that time again! Why don't they chime this time? The Halls of Notre Dame are still Quasimodo must have died...

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Apr 28, 2015

Apr 28, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC

xan-abyss

Quasimodo

Quasimodo, ringer of the bells Quasimodo, hidden in his hell Watching from the bell tower as life is squandered daily Nobody seems to understand the truth of human frailty But there they chime again! It's that time again! You know Quasimodo's still alive Because the Bells are right on time In the shadows of Notre Dame A monster stalks our halls A giant, hulking, hungry mass Searching for ****** girls It's the truth, don't you believe it? The beast is out there creeping It's much easier to see than the demons we all keep Under lock and key Inside you and me Quasimodo, ringer of the bells Quasimodo, hidden in his hell Watching from the bell tower as life is squandered daily Nobody seems to understand the truth of human frailty But there they chime again! It's that time again! Quasimodo's still alive Because the Bells are right on time A monster forged in hate was a man who died for love and though he suffered the slings and arrows of the cursed world he lived above Quasimodo died as Quasimodo lived Believing that the gift of love was the best gift we could give. Quasimodo, ringer of the bells Quasimodo, dying in this cell Lying in the crypt with arms wrapped tight 'round his beloved Embracing his dark angel as eternally as love is But it's that time again! Why don't they chime this time? The Halls of Notre Dame are still Quasimodo must have died...

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